Its my day

@ 8:30 , everything about my future result now depends on pallav and mukherjee .... everyone has his ears on the door listening for what happens on their roll calls..... and on every roll number of pirates.. their is huge applause by the geeks who have their asses in the class..

mukherjee is coming to my roll number......

my heart is beating at 180.......

my blood is on fire....

i m feeling much more adraline insine my gut......

my private part inside my pants is trembling.....

i was praying to god .... save me this tymmmmmm...

it is mukherjee who is goin to ruin my iit carrier by single mark of red ink.....

well again i msged pallv..... " bhai plz bacha le...... mera andar ana impossible hai....... tu bas proxy bol de baki main dekh lunga.....yar teri degree main treat pakki...."

its now roll number 583..... two roll number before me,....

my legs r trembling.....

i m feeling as jack sparrow who is goin for capitol punishment...

devi jones(mukherjee) is goin to decide my fate...

next call is 588...

next is me...

wat is goin to happen...

"619"

"admission number 619"

"present sir...." some one marks my proxy.....

i m on cloud number nine.....

again jack sparrow win over that fucking ass hole.....

mukherjee:- "who is satyarth singh parihar".........

my heart on fire now..........